Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Busters,
the Normal,
10cc,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.